The silver-white shotgun roared, and white light flashed past.
The nearest motorcycle seemed to have been hit hard, swaying out of control and slamming into the isolation guardrail on the side of the road.
The lethality of the deer hunting bullet is second only to the single-head bullet, not to mention the modified version of the Suppression Department.
“It’s really good stuff.”
Wang Jin looked at the pure white shotgun in his hand, his heart filled with joy.
The craftsmanship of the Forgebolt and the blessing of the fae create this firearm that perfectly blends elegance and violence.
The metal gun body reflects cool light, and the iris flower carved at the muzzle is lifelike.
The precise gear structure achieves a harmonious unity with the things that the fairies depend on for survival, allowing the relief to slowly light up.
When it blooms, the pure white iron curtain pours out.
Like falling petals.
That's the bonus from the situation.
It's like it's tailor-made for the Prince of Paradise.
"What a cool gun. Does it have a name?"
Hu Ling grinned, completely ignoring that the vest on his body was soaked by the rain.
"Um...no."
Wang Jin knocked down the two unclean men with another shot, then shook his head slightly.
In his opinion, as long as the weapon is easy to use, there is no need to give it a name.
After all, these things can be replaced at any time. If you have feelings, it will make you sad.
"Choose a name and it will be happy too."
Hu Ling smiled and spoke, then kicked the accelerator and ran over the figure on the ground.
"Then call it..."
Wang Jin scratched his head and looked at the shotgun in his hand.
This thing has great growth potential and will probably stay with me for a long time.
"My name is Alice."
"Another name for iris is Alice."
"Is it such a delicate name?"
"As long as it works."
So the shotgun named Alice continued to fire, and irises bloomed in the flesh.
Unfortunately, Alice is different from the shotgun Wang Jin used before.
It needs to replace the ammunition.
No matter how skillful Wang Jin was at changing ammunition, he gradually began to lose sight of the enemies appearing at the front and rear at the same time.
Boom!
squeak——
Someone abandoned the modified motorcycle and climbed onto the off-road vehicle that had lost its roof and windows.
"Too many."
"There may be some bumps next, please pay attention to your own safety."
Hu Ling frowned and said to Wang Jin.
As soon as she finished speaking, she freed her hand to pull out a simple-looking long sword from the groove where the umbrella was placed beside her, and used it to chop the wine bottle into pieces.
The aroma of wine is overflowing, and you can smell it even in the light rain.
The long sword buzzed, and he seemed to be intoxicated by the wine.
"Dukang, it's up to you."
Hu Ling said softly, then suddenly waved his hand.
The long sword came out of his hand but was not lost. Instead, it floated beside Hu Ling at a speed that was not inferior to that of an off-road vehicle.
"Walk!"
Hu Ling formed a sword finger on one hand and shouted in a low voice.
Du Kang roared past and pierced the chest of an unclean person.
"What the hell?"
Wang Jin's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Every young man has the dream of wielding a sword and flying into the sky, and Wang Jin is no exception.
But when he was a child, he puffed out his cheeks and practiced in front of the TV for a long time, but he didn't even let the small straight wooden stick in front of him move even half an inch.
Since then, Wang Jin's wish has been dashed.
Now seeing Hu Ling using this ability, Wang Jin suddenly felt that he had some hope.
"You can't fly on your feet, only a fox can learn that."
"It's another application of wind control."
Hu Ling sighed, seemingly seeing through Wang Jin's thoughts.
She can't read minds.
Almost every man who sees Hu Ling Yujian will ask this question.
Maybe boys have some strange obsession with flying swords.
"That's not what surprised me."
Wang Jin held the shotgun behind his back and hit an unclean man's head until his head was bleeding, then loaded the gun.
"Is this okay with you?"
The young man pointed at the steering wheel in Hu Ling's hand and asked.
Driving fast really tests your reflexes.
What's more, there are unclean people in front of me.
While Hu Ling was driving at this speed, he could also focus on wielding his sword.
This surprised Wang Jin.
"Ah...so it's going to be a bit confusing...wait a minute!"
Hu Ling's pupils shrank before he finished speaking, and he turned the steering wheel fiercely.
"Sharp turn!"
Wang Jin gritted his teeth, but still shot the person in front of him in the head.
Hu Ling was indeed affected.
There was a sharp turn in front of her, and she didn't react immediately.
In fact, at their speed, even if they reacted, the tires wouldn't be able to keep up.
The ground is slippery and cannot provide enough grip.
The only outcome is to break through the guardrail and fall down the mountain, turning into two blurry pools of flesh and blood.
"piece of cake."
Hu Ling took a deep breath and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
The car body jolted.
Wang Jin felt his feet tilt and he was almost thrown out.
But that's all.
The off-road vehicle miraculously passed this sharp turn, as if the tires were firmly welded to the ground.
"It's a drainage ditch. I got my wheel stuck in the drainage ditch."
Hu Ling smiled and blew bubble gum leisurely.
"I learned it through TV, so it's awesome."
"So handsome."
Wang Jin gave a thumbs up, feeling suddenly reassured.
While wielding the sword, you can also perform a classic gutter drift.
If this is not a car god, what is a car god?
Wang Jin was certain that as long as he did not seek death, he would be able to reach the scene of the incident safely.
"Ahhhh!! Witness me!!"
Two burning motorcycles suddenly appeared on the mountain road above their heads, and the strong smell of gasoline filled the air.
They crashed through the guardrail and slammed into the off-road vehicle with the unclean ones on top.
These people have gone crazy.
They don't even know what's on the off-road vehicle or whether it's worth anything.
Just because of Wang Jin and Hu Ling, the unclean people actually launched a suicide attack.
"Eula!"
"Muda!"
Two black shadows flashed past, and heavy punches fell on the motorcycle like raindrops.
Although it failed to knock them away directly, it also increased the falling time a little.
This is enough to allow the off-road vehicle to drive very far.
"These two guys..."
Wang Jin sighed and looked at the dark shadow chasing after him on the ground.
He never released Xiao Hei and Mirror Ghost because he was afraid of this.
The car was going very fast and they both jumped up suddenly.
It's definitely not coming back.
"Go and break the queen."
Wang Jin sighed and issued another instruction.
The two shadows stopped and jumped back, quickly disappearing from Wang Jin's sight.
"The number of people has become smaller."
Hu Ling reached out and raised the scabbard, and Du Kang obediently returned to her hand as if it was alive.
"Not a good sign."
Wang Jin sighed and responded.
These unclean people in black leather are all the most elementary mixed-races.
Most of them can't even use their kaidan abilities, and are just a little more resistant to beatings than ordinary people.
But even though they have humble status, they still come from the same organization.
Since it is an organization, it must have a leader.
There are fewer and fewer soldiers, which means that the leader is coming soon.
——
"It's raining a lot. I wonder if the angel has brought an umbrella."
At Jiuchun Railway Station, men wearing masks paced back and forth.
He was very nervous, so he kept talking to himself, trying to relieve his emotions in this way.
After all, he was about to see his wife and daughter after being apart for a long time, and Lu Zhui had mixed feelings in his heart.
It has been two or three years since we last met.
I don’t know if my daughter has grown taller or if my wife has wrinkles due to hard work.
"Five minutes left... I hope the train isn't delayed."
Lu Zhui looked at the umbrella in his hand, his eyes softening involuntarily.
——
On the train from Beijing to Jiuchun.
Someone booked the last carriage alone and sealed the carriage door.
Flight attendants, sales ladies, cleaners...all are not allowed to enter.
Two children lay quietly on the carriage door, listening to what was going on inside.
But I found that the silence was a bit strange.
So they sighed and muttered "It's so boring" while asking their parents for mobile phones to play games.
Snap, snap.
Someone clapped their hands, breaking the silence in the carriage.
More than twenty people looked up at the same time.
They are of different genders and ages, but they all wear numbered gray hooded raincoats.
The number is printed on the hat, clearly from 03 to 27.
Only numbers 1 and 2 are missing.
"Everyone, I don't need to say anything about my gaze this time."
The young man standing at the intersection of their eyes spoke slowly, his pale face full of determination.
"kill!"
Hui Yuyi spoke at the same time, his calm voice carrying a chilling murderous aura.
"Ahem...that's right."
"But please keep one thing in mind."
The young man coughed twice and spoke again.
"Our target is only those mixed-bloods who have lost their minds...ahem!"
Halfway through his words, he began to choke violently, as if he might die at any moment.
A dark shadow flashed, and a tall woman appeared beside him and patted the man's back gently.
"If anyone dares to touch even a hair on the head of an ordinary person... don't blame me for being rude."
The woman spoke slowly, her voice cold.
"Understood."
The other gray raincoats nodded and fell silent again.
"I'll take you to get some air."
The woman helped the man to the aisle and put on his and her own hood.
Number one, and number two.
——
"There is a situation at the train station."
The woman wearing a peaked cap frowned and spoke into the intercom.
"Unholy Ones with bombs found...this is the third one."
She kicked the struggling man at her feet hard, causing him to lose consciousness instantly.
"I don't know what these damn idiots are planning to do, but the person in the car is related to that person."
While reporting the situation, the woman took off her cap and fanned herself.
After slightly arranging her hair and clothes, she became radiant again, and her whole body revealed a frightening demeanor.
Often red.
But now she is not the owner of the car dealership, but Liu Xian who is in charge of inspections.
After Wang Jin established a good relationship with the She family, this group of willow immortals would take turns to stand guard every day to protect the safety of the plush-rong congregation as much as possible.
After all, the Ten Evils are also very rare resources. Wang Jin finally managed to win them over. If something happens, it will be a loss to the She family.
But now, this security that has been carefully guarded is about to be shattered.
"The train will arrive in the station in five minutes. I hope they don't plan to blow up the train."
Chang Hong put on her peaked cap to hide her face.